Yano the "Miracle" was like a fish tail sweeping through riverbed silt, churning the dungeon into even greater chaos—and startling out plenty of little fish in the process.
In just one morning, Chen Yu's wonderful Little Black Room had made quite a haul, locking up another six little rats from Rusty Keys.
To make the Rusty Keys guild realize the severity of the situation, he released the second hostage and sent him back.
Watching their colleague leave, the remaining five thieves bound inside the Little Black Room could only whimper, their eyes filled with humiliation and terror.
Only Jimmy, the first one captured, looked utterly ashen. He had given up struggling, his face carrying the faint air of a dead man.
Heh heh...
He had long since seen through the truth of it all.
This was all part of a demon's evil sacrificial plan.
Only these idiots were still making pointless struggles.
He had even begun considering what posture he should use to kneel when he escaped, so he could do it more smoothly and quickly.
Compared to a meaningless death, he might as well offer his soul to that Slime demon...
In the open space outside the Little Black Room.
Chen Yu had no idea someone was thinking about him. Sitting inside Yano's breastplate, he poked out his little head and round eyes slightly, staring at the spoils on the ground.
Squatting in a corner, Yano gathered the bags of Gold Coins into one pile, the confiscated daggers and poison into another, leaving the remaining miscellaneous items aside.
Several black Wooden Tokens with strange patterns that seemed to contain magic caught Chen Yu's attention.
Their surfaces were uneven and their shapes bizarre, making them look more like dried chunks of meat.
"You're right, Boss," Yano said with certainty. "These